Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a fuck if you up
Don up, niggas from where
what one slip and get ya cherry balmed up
I got every arm and my niggas

And come to ya gut B!
ya done blon luck
Fucked wit the one
Shawn Gun one

Two fuck won do
Bastards niggas know I quick
As if had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, the rap's El Nino

Get ya brain
And I don't like pussy well
To hang wit it, you wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

Soon as the spitted
If you came, you get it
as the game
Wit the pens witted on

And the whole
Leave you where I yo ass
wit no sign, y'all so wrong
I'm the last to roll on

Got the on
Wit the on
When you guess
I'm a press on,

Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's court
We hold in the street
I gives a fuck the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta for yo heat, it's people's court
We court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We hold in the street
I gives a shit ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's
We hold in the street

I gives a shit if it's small
Like ya bitch
Or if it's Court
stealing ya bricks

Look, my guns is all
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small
When I cock it guage

My never miss trials
the dater rain wit no chance of parole
Bullets concurrent
I'm like why nigga, try

You remember
It's like being on trial for life
Wit a defender
Let the jury fill the up

And start the calendar off
Wit number nine-millimeter
All rise, the Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I a tool

All upjections
Stay deep in ya
Hope you it
Two guns, right left

That's how I exam
Like Tom
Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you
Jigga no lie and y'all can't the truth

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We hold in the street
I a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay

crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We hold court in the
I gives a shit about ya disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's
We hold in the street

No sicker
No could hold Jigga
I drop these
Tripled out, no coke kitchen

No contest in a fest
I'm best under
my right hand
And I spit it

ya facts for real
'Fo ya to act ill
When you trial
no coming back on appeal

It's
set at, a half-a-mil
It's
For you motherfucker's

Red done, hate crimes
rhymes, I hold in contempt
You get time
For faking you greater than him

So foulplay, thats ya
Pay ya fine at the sergant
Say sorry, and take ya
I be sure to it

Flow
No defendant
While you hold trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, third
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned